| Afu: Yo 'Ru
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| Jeru: Yo whassup?
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| Afu: Yo, c’mere, c’mere. |
| Yo, let’s freak that rhyme we was freakin'
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| The other night
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| Jeru: I’m sayin' I’m with it, just set it off
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| Afu: Yo, after this, there’s no turning back
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| Jeru: I’m saying, just set it off!
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| Physical paralysis, open your chest like a chalice
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| MCs couldn’t strike movements we wish to brandish
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| I’m tormentin', mind states lyrical warrior
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| I flow through, fuck the mic, I fuckin' floor ya
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| Headlocks and armlocks, necks is gettin' broken
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| No jokin', format’ll leave your whole borough smokin'
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| Fist of five rings, I fling MCs to the gutter
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| Samurai sharp, more deadly than box cutters
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| Ultimate as I emit your death blow
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| Perverted Monks, and Jeru with the combo
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| Peter Piper picked peppers
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| And Run rocked rhymes but now he rock hymns
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| I got G through my meridians, the physical extremities
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| Indomitable, the spirit can’t be broken
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| But jaws are broken and even backs are broken
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| Think you’re on point, well let your points of pressure open
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| Foot and fist got your head hangin' open
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| The breath rebirth
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| I damage in the mental and physical universe
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| You quake the earth when you hit face-first
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| Brake before it gets worse
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| But those that thirst for abuse get loose
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| 'Cause soon I’ll be around that neck tight like a noose
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| God, show improvement
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| More strength than the Juggernaut, electric like Magneto
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| Know you couldn’t test Mental, or now the sequel
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| I slip to the floor for the grapple
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| I crack your collarbone while I bust your Adam’s apple
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| Spleens get ripped out the backs of your raps
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| Broken down fractions as you start to make actions
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| It’s too elusive how I’m quicker than Bruce’s
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| Silver surfin', the universe is now its astrological
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| As I proceed in my vehicle
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| You can’t stop it, fiber-optic, so you watch it
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| Sophistry, with so much fury
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| You can’t get with me
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| Fight scenes are left bloody
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| Poisonous, taoist
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| My thoughts make plates shift
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| Some may call this tectonics
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| But airwaves from miles I boil by my sonics
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| It’s ironic, got MCs hooked on phonics
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| So physical styles I construct like bionics
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| Displaced joints like Shaolin should not
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| Furious roundhouses cause bones to splinter
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| Protect your feet, legs, midsection and neck
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| 'Cause I’m here to let you know it’s not just on AMPEX
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| We wrecks, and more than just figuratively
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| Let it be known that we bringin' it physically
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| And the effect is bodily harm
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| No chance to pull your firearm
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| For the body move swift and the mind stay calm
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| Ways shift like the moment before the storm
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| Watch my form, it’s deadly
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| Come too close, it could get bloody and ugly
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| You think that you could stop me?
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| Perverted Monks, so now we apply pressure
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| This Stamina’s style is iller than its predecessor
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| Dial witch professor, mix up the elixir
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| Internal power, MCs we devour |